Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2017 00:58:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: M Coello
Subject: "The Skater Becomes the B-Ball Jock" (sci-fi/fantasy)
Ryder the 70's Skater Boy Becomes Zach the Basketball Jock
by
kooldoggie
It was another sunny, golden late afternoon, and the beach skaters were
again back at Justin's shared house in the Valley, performing tricks in the
drained-out swimming pool they kept just for their skateboarder friends.
The sun beat down on young, small Ryder as he caught some air off the edge
of the pool, his bright white-blonde tresses defying gravity before
crashing back down onto his narrow shoulders and sinewy tan back, the bare
toes of his dusky feet gripping the sides of the board expertly. He was
clearly their king, but now even his compact, born-to-skate body was tired,
and he left the pool to lie on the edge of the basin, his skinny but taut
legs hanging over the edge, one hand resting on his board while the other
lazily massaged the growing hard on through his thin short shorts. The warm
sun and the testosterone-inducing skating had left him a bit horny, but
Justin had gone with a few of their buds to go pick up pizza for later, so
he would just have to wait. Ryder sighed, rising from the hot concrete and
stretching his ultra-lithe body. It was still a hella good life. But he was
thirsty, so he decided to go back in the house for some Kool-Aid.
As he opened the sliding glass door, he was momentarily surprised by the
sounds of raucous laughter and deep, masculine voices, and the heavy smell
of musk, sweat and testosterone hit him, as some energetic hair-band music
blared from the stereo. And then Ryder remembered that Justin had told him
one of his roommates, who played basketball for a local college, had
invited over some of his teammates for a pre-game chill session. Justin
shared the house with several other college-age athletes, the skater
probably being the only non-jock among them, although Ryder considered
skateboarding quite an athletic pursuit. Nervously, little Ryder entered,
his dark size 9 feet slapping against the tiles as he attempted to make his
way into the kitchen. He felt like he was in a forest of giants. There were
at least twenty hot, ultra-tall guys between 6'4" and 7'2" kicking back
throughout the house, some from the roomie's team, some from a couple of
other teams with whom they had friendly rivalries. All good-looking jocks
with cut, muscular bodies, big feet, long, long legs and stretched-out
torsos. Quite a few of them were shirtless as well, their mesh tanktops
tucked into the back pockets of their long b-ball shorts, bottles of beer
in everyone's hand.
Ryder's hardon seemed a bit more obvious in his thin shorts as he observed
the scene, his small muscles trembling just a bit in nervous agitation
among these big studs. He had never felt so tiny. He was feeling the
burning again, causing him to lean his tan bare torso against the kitchen
counter, his craving suddenly turned toward one of the beers he saw in an
ice chest on the floor. They wouldn't mind if he took one, he thought, and
maybe he could even strike up a conversation with one of the cuter
b-ballers. As he went for a bottle, a sexy tenor voice spoke up: "Hey man,
I'm Tanner. You must be one of Justin's skater buds, huh?" Ryder had to
crane his neck way up to look into the smiling face. He seemed like a giant
Greek god, one of the best-looking ones he had noticed earlier chatting
with a group by the door, shirtless, his mesh shorts just revealing long,
cut calves bulging with muscle, his big feet in basketball high-tops. Ryder
trembled a little more, feeling so insignificant as he drank in the heady
musk of both Axe body spray and natural athletic testosterone emanating
from the jock. Tanner stood out from the rest in that while most of the
jocks kept their hair pretty short, favoring spiky flattops or fauxhawks,
this cute stud had a medium-length brown ponytail trailing down his neck,
making him seem a bit more accessible to the alternative-type Ryder.
Although the skaterboy could not have known it, that's exactly what Tanner
intended, for he kept his hair deliberately long to detract a little from
his sometimes intimidating 6'8", buff frame. What he also could not have
known was that Tanner had had his eyes on the little blonde angel from the
time he had come through the door, for the gentle jock was a deeply
closeted gay boy, fearful his boisterously masculine teammates would
ostracize him if they figured him for a fag. So he played up the masculine
angle as much as he could in public life, even dating a cheerleader who had
agreed to the scheme for the price of a few dinners and trinkets, and only
if he let her sleep with whomever she liked on the other teams. It wasn't
like Tanner was going to be bedding her anyway; he just couldn't bring
himself to do that, preferring to jack it alone at night to images of his
hot teammates running through his ragingly horny brain. But he had found
himself suddenly attracted to this cute-as-hell little angel, and he knew
he had to get with him somehow.
"Uh, yeah, hi, I'm Ryder, dude..." the skater had answered in a
near-whispery boyish voice that cracked a bit with his nervousness. They
both heard a bit of snickering around them, and now Ryder noticed that
quite a few jocks had turned to stare at the skater who had invaded their
domain, smirking at his pretty boy looks and long, whitish hair. Ryder
again felt his nervousness growing, and he took a sip of the beer, hoping
it would calm him down, but the change was already accelerating through
him. Fear, the need to conform, often did the trick in bringing on the
change, and little Ryder was an easily panicked twink when he found himself
caught among so many others so obviously not of his kind. Tanner frowned as
he heard the snickering, aware they were embarrassing the cute boy, and he
wished his teammates didn't have to be such assholes. "Come on, you want to
chill with me, upstairs in Kevin's room?" Tanner offered, Kevin being the
roomie who had invited them all there.
Ryder, taking another swig of the beer as he glanced around nervously at
all the giants intimidating him, nodded and grabbed his skateboard as they
headed upstairs. A few moments later, he found himself on the bed of the
empty, private room, sitting cross-legged, wiggling the long toes on his
dusky bare feet, while b-baller Tanner had to stretch himself out on the
bed, his long, muscular legs still hanging way off the edge, his feet
solidly on the floor. He shared an awkward smile with Ryder, admiring how
his long tresses trailed down the front past his brown nipples to rest
against his tiny abs. So cool. With such a small frame, Ryder found the
beer taking effect after only a few sips, and he was easing up, starting to
chat with the friendly jock as they talked about what they mutually loved
about skating and basketball, but even this easy banter couldn't stop the
hunger to join. Soon enough, Ryder felt his hardon plumping up again,
pitching a tent against the shorts for Tanner to see, his heart beating
faster in his small, thin, chest, his muscles starting to strain with the
urge to grow. "Dude, I wish I could be as tall as you..." Ryder admitted
with slurred words, "...no, bigger!" For Ryder always needed to be king of
the scene.
Tanner laughed as he looked into Ryder's dreamy blue eyes, heavy-lidded
from his buzz, and he moved forward to kiss the skater, feeling the uncanny
heat radiating off him. Ryder, memories of Justin already starting to slip
away, kissed back hard. Tanner was feeling his horniness grow, and he
pulled at the boy's shorts, releasing the brown cock, crowned by only wispy
blonde pubes, to slap against his firm tan belly. He looked up into Ryder's
eyes with his gentle hazel orbs and whispered, "Can I?" The little skater
nodded rapidly, allowing the much bigger athlete to go down on him, sucking
expertly.
Ryder closed his eyes as he groaned, tossing back his head so the
white-blonde mane cascaded down onto the bed. This was exactly what he
needed, man, allowing the jock to submit himself enough so he would
encourage Ryder to join the fold. Ryder's small bare feet twisted in
ecstasy, as the bones started to pop, allowing the feet to grow, the tan
starting to fade, a few dark hairs starting to emerge from the top to
complement the paler skin. Ryder's body stretched ever so slowly, and he
whimpered. This one would be a bit painful, as it always was when the
change was so extreme. The little blonde angel, beach skater god, was
worlds away from the powerful college jock, but he would fight to get
there, as even the brown cock grew paler and longer, starting to choke
Tanner a little. Ryder trembled, his face contorting with the pain, as the
cherished whitish mane started darkening several shades, already back to
the wheat-blonde of Dillon the surfer and darkening even more to a dark
blonde with shades of sandy brown, the length already off the bed and
receding more and more toward the boy's scalp. Already he was of a more
average size, his weight increasing, muscle added on so gradually Tanner
hardly noticed. He was still in the bliss of enjoying his time with the
skaterboy. But Ryder already had set aside his skateboard, allowing it to
vanish, and the blissful, more studly boy on the bed was starting to
identify more as Zach, a definitely more jockish dude than before, still in
the process of joining the team.
Within minutes, Zach's bigger, whiter feet had reached the floor, the long
toes gripping the carpet as they continued to grow, past size 10, 11, 12,
13... The legs, so necessary for a successful b-baller, stretched out ever
longer, also growing paler, the once nearly hairless brown shins now
covered in wispy dark hairs. Ryder's boyish whimpers were now a deep tenor,
quickly turning into more manly groans. The form-fitting shorts could no
longer take the frame of the bigger jock, and they tore, the shreds falling
to the ground around the big feet, now going past size 15 and 16, starting
to settle into 17. The torso also stretched out deliciously, the dark tan
now a memory, the complexion matching more a b-baller who spent most of his
time on an indoor court. The muscles were much bigger by far, the
well-trained physique of a very competitive college athlete emerging to
destroy the once exceptionally slender, thin frame of the blonde
skaterboy. Ryder's once cute, innocent face had developed into the
model-handsome, petulant, arrogant visage of a totally confident jock, his
power unquestioned, while the now sandy-brown hair, left a bit long on top
but shaved on the sides and back, gelled up into a cool-as-fuck fauxhawk,
adding a few more inches to what was quickly becoming an already formidable
6'10", and yet his growth was not yet done.
The eyes popped open, no longer an innocent ocean blue but a warm brown
that matched the shade of the fauxhawk. Zach purred with his new deep voice
while the awesome dude at his crotch finished up the blowjob, the newly
born jock ready to pop some seed into his pretty mouth. More wispy brown
hairs now adorned his area surrounding the manly 10.5" cock, trailing up
ever so lightly past his shallow belly button, across the chiseled, pale
10-pack and nestling between round, hard pecs that had the tattoo of a few
Chinese characters having to do with success and ambition emblazoned across
the left side. He was simply too masculine a youth to not have some hair on
his body, but the light coating never distracted from displaying his
hard-won muscle, merely enhancing it. With a deep groan, Zach came, pumping
into Tanner's face, and when he was done, the boys smiled at each other,
Tanner's memory of the little blonde angel he had enticed into the room
completely wiped clean. This was now his boy Zach, master b-baller and
proud gay athlete, who had enticed Tanner to come out of the closet as well
and live his life without fear. What did a muscular, ultra-tall jock have
to fear from anyone anyway?
Both Tanner and Zach rose to their feet, Zach's towering frame actually
causing the floor to shake a little as he hopped onto his sexy size 17 ?
feet. He was now a way, way bigger boy than when he had started, but all of
it completely fat-free, and although his weight was more than twice that of
tiny skater Ryder, coming in at 215 lbs., of jock freshness, it had all
gone into long, strong bones and tight, dense muscle stretching beautifully
throughout his enormous length. Zach enjoyed that he stood way taller than
even his boyfriend now, coming in at 7'2", now the tallest on the
team. Bulges appeared only exactly where they needed to be along his
biceps, thighs and calves, and of course his thick, long, circumcised
snake, the pink bell-shaped head flaring, hanging between his striated
thighs.
Zach smiled seductively, cockily, he thought with a laugh, as he looked
into a full-length mirror by the bed, which just barely took in his height
even from the furthest point of the room. He now truly resembled
Michelangelo's David in all respects, from the perfectly proportioned
muscles and still relatively boyish face, even approaching the size of the
actual statue! He admired his still pretty face, now long and oval, two
diamond studs back in his ears, the fauxhawk looking wicked; the light
dusting of brown hair down the middle of his pale torso, the tattoo, in an
elegant calligraphy, of the word FORMIDABLE on one bulging bicep, and even
a small silver hoop pierced through his shallow belly button, bordered by
the hard washboard of fiercely trained abs. Yeah, this boy was a total jock
stud, who dominated the team, and yet as ponytailed Tanner came to stand
beside him, caressing his abs as they admired their naked forms in the
mirror, he smiled sweetly at his love and kissed Tanner passionately and
aggressively, their tongues dueling. Yes, a total jock, but a fiercely
loyal and loving young man to his boy as well.
After the long makeout session, Zach found his clothes on the bed, putting
back on his long mesh basketball shorts, the crewcut socks and stylish
court shoes that really showed off his sexy long feet. He also had a sheer
athletic tanktop, but it was still way too hot to wear, so he just tucked
it in his back pocket, just like Tanner, and joined his lover in returning
to the chill session downstairs.
Some time later, Justin and his skater bros returned with the pizza to find
the party had emptied out, the basketballers having left to prepare for
their newest round of away games. Little blonde angel Ryder was nowhere to
be seen. After a desperate search, the nearly-naked brunette skaterboy,
still in just his frayed Lee's jeans, figured that the jocks had gotten to
him. Stupid, stupid! thought the upset Justin, cursing himself once again
for still being the spacey dude he'd been as an emo; he should have taken
sensitive Ryder with him, and now he was lost again. Not being emo anymore,
however, the tough little skaterboy wouldn't cry in public, saving that for
later in his room. But he was once again determined to get his boy back, no
matter how long it took...